a week's holidays.

The cat needs to leave the warm bedroom, calls for a human to open the door, She calls again, she varies the tone and the call.

After a while get up and let her out, hear the cat flap flapping.

then go on to the bathroom 

Today is the day that the son is to be brought to work to collect a printer and a few computers that are not needed any more, but he will have a use for them.

He is still in bed fast asleep, up on his high bed.

call him. A tired face surrounded

 by tousled red hair looks down.

Remind him of the impending journey.

Eyes roll.

Make coffee in the kitchen, wait

Hear the ladder down from the bed creak.

The son comes round the corner, through the kitchen.

He is still asleep, practically speaking.

But he knows the way to the bathroom.

Read the news in the bedroom at the little secretary cabinet.

Then the son is ready

So off down the stairs, up the alley, around the corner to the wife's big car.

It has more space, that is good.

Off to work, even though today is the first day of a week's holidays.